Barbury Camp Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABAB CDCDCD EFEFEF GHGHIJ KLMLKL NBCBCB NOPONO QFQFQF NLNLNL

We burrowed night and day with tools of leadA
Heaped the bank up and cast it in a ringB
And hurled the earth above And Caesar saidA
Why it is excellent I like the thingB
We who are deadA
Made it and wrought and Caesar liked the thingB
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And here we strove and here we felt each veinC
Ice bound each limb fast frozen all night longD
And here we held communion with the rainC
That lashed us into manhood with its thongD
Cleansing through painC
And the wind visited us and made us strongD
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Up from around us numbers without nameE
Strong men and naked vast on either handF
Pressing us in they came And the wind cameE
And bitter rain turning grey all the landF
That was our gameE
To fight with men and storms and it was grandF
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For many days we fought them and our sweatG
Watered the grass making it spring up greenH
Blooming for us And if the wind was wetG
Our blood wetted the wind making it keenH
With the hatredI
And wrath and courage that our blood had beenJ
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So fighting men and winds and tempests hotK
With joy and hate and battle lust we fellL
Where we fought And God said Killed at last then WhatM
Ye that are too strong for heaven too clean for hellL
God said stir notK
This be your heaven or if ye will your hellL
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So again we fight and wrestle and againN
Hurl the earth up and cast it in a ringB
But when the wind comes up driving the rainC
Each rain drop a fiery steed and the mists rollingB
Up from the plainC
This wild procession this impetuous thingB
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Hold us amazed We mount the wind cars thenN
Whip up the steeds and drive through all the worldO
Searching to find somewhere some brethrenP
Sons of the winds and waters of the worldO
We who were menN
Have sought and found no men in all this worldO
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Wind that has blown here always ceaselesslyQ
Bringing if any man can understandF
Might to the mighty freedom to the freeQ
Wind that has caught us cleansed us made us grandF
Wind that is weQ
We that were men make men in all this landF
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That so may live and wrestle and hate that whenN
They fall at last exultant as we fellL
And come to God God may say Do you come thenN
Mildly enquiring is it heaven or hellL
Why Ye were menN
Back to your winds and rains Be these your heaven and hellL

Charles Hamilton Sorley



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